I don’t know who I am
I’m not sure if I ever did
I knew what other people thought I was
To them I was just another kid
Another person subjected to the system
They saw my supposed bright future
Then lost interest
And I don’t know what I’m left with
The person I see in photographs
Is that really me?
The girl with bright eyes and a plan
I don’t recognize her
The one I see in the mirror
She’s more smoke and mirrors than real substance
Am I even real?
Who is she?
Who am I?
What’s the point?
~ Quill x